Going Going Gone

The first day of October. Oh, the chill
when I arose; then it occurred to me
that gone for good was warm September’s thrill.
The cooling has begun! Naturally,
it always comes around this season, yet
I think this year, the winter might arrive
more quickly than it did last year. I get
a feeling that I’d rather not revive -
that same old melancholy that each fall
in cooled October , without fail, begins.
Oh, how I wish the ending I could stall.
Like dried leaves in the wind, my poor head spins
through Halloween, Thanksgiving and the cheer
of Christmas – going. .  . going. . . gone - my year!

Oct. 2, 2019
For John Hamilton's Autumn Sonnet Poetry Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Barden Avatar
December 21, 2019 at 4:34 AM
Sincere congratulations on your win in Sir Brian's contest, Andrea - best wishes and blessings to you and yours for a Merry Christmas! Keep up the great work, my friend! :o) <3
Chiri Avatar
December 21, 2019 at 4:22 AM
Andrea congrats on your placement!;)
There Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 9:50 PM
Love it all, but especially "Like dried leaves in the wind, my poor head spins" ~ great depiction of time feeling like it's moving much to quickly ~ :)
Faulkner Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 4:02 PM
So true, I almost can't believe it's already October, but I do love the fall!
Proxenos Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 1:39 PM
Christmas comes but once a year people say but where does the year go? Autumn is actually my most favorite season of the year - I adore the colours. Great write Andrea - good luck in the contest. Hugs and blessings.
Marcum Wong Avatar
October 4, 2019 at 11:12 AM
They say there is no time, yet in our reality it seems there is and it keeps going by faster as age creeps up. A wonderful sonnet for his contest Andrea! I found it a bit hard NOT to write about the trees and colors of autumn as he asked for something different, but you did it! Lovely! : ) xxoo
Michael Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 11:41 AM
Zoom...the year's almost over, zoom...I definitely getting older...it seems the older you get times fly faster...going going gone...
Godwin Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 11:27 AM
I know, right? Halloween, Thanksgiving and I am not yet done with summer plus Christmas was just last week, wasn't it? I'm not ready for coats, cold and goosebumps literally or figuratively. All this fussing is me embracing the feel you delivered, it is a sonnet that I relate to as I've never before fully fall-sonnet related before. Can u tell I'm in a mood - do u think my new # gave me a new attitude? I'm grinning and love ya ... CayCay
Green Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 8:16 AM
Beautifully done Andrea. Funny, the one I wrote for this contest I wrote incorrectly and someone pointed it out to me so I had to go in and add to it. : ) Best wishes in the contest my friend.
Allison Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 6:49 AM
You make sonnet writing look so easy... you know how I struggle with this form! Good luck with the contest:-) Hugs Jan xx
Gupta Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 2:01 AM
How beautiful is the line: Oh, how I wish the ending I could stall... A lovely Sonnet, Andrea ...
Theraven Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 10:34 PM
Andrea, Very well said your circle of being. This is the way of it. A new dawn is always coming, ready or not. -Richard
Gauthier Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 9:58 PM
Lovely, Andrea. Well captured.
Mcintosh Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 9:12 PM
Gorgeous. I love anything to do with Fall, including your beautifully expressed poem. Bless you, dear Andrea.
Mcferran Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 9:12 PM
This is how I'm feeling right now! Where did the year go... and are we skipping fall? Well penned, my friend! ;)
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